starter for @ikarosx.
where: silverlands, at the dinky lil cabin that fyren lived in ala hiding from aetheron
when: current timeline
note: you have forced my hand (i have free time and had this idear)
Fyren was solemn, he had stayed within Avalon long after many had fled, but there was currently not much to be done but simply wait for Lusacan to truly creep forth and shatter their realm completely. Dust had collected within the small cabin within the more wooded and obscured area of the Silverlands; it had been some time since both he or Talisa had truly been within it, marking how much had changed since they'd entered Avalon and embraced what they'd once been hiding from.
This time, however, the Steel was not beside him but Ikaros was, and he knew the decision to currently leave was not one taken happily or without some sense of remorse. He tried to breathe some levity back into the situation, difficult considering the blight and darkness which loomed, but Fyren braved a small smile, gesturing for Ikaros to make himself comfortable.
"This has been my home away from Avalon for some time now. It's not much but I trust that no one will bother you here unless you wish them to." The burden for the prince was higher than anyone else as the dragon was certain many would be seeking him out for guidance, advice, or any litany of worries.
